"You...what are you sick? You said?" Lingling's expression was a little impatient, "What do you mean by being hesitant all the time?"

Gao Kun's eyes dodged, licked his dry lower lip, and spoke in a hoarse voice, "I..." He seemed to hate him as a coward, gritted his teeth and spoke simply, saying word by word, as if he was waiting for the end of heroic sacrifice.

"Aids. I have AIDS."

Another camera was facing Lingling. She frowned, and she couldn't believe it, and then laughed, "No, what are you kidding? How could you..."

"When blood is drawn, the syringe... the syringe is secondary contaminated." Gao Kun lowered his head, "If I have a word to deceive you, it will be thunderous."

Lingling didn't say anything. She lowered her head and touched a cigarette. She shook her hand and pressed the lighter for a long time. No matter how hard it was, Gao Kun tried to get closer, but she stepped back with extreme reaction.

"Don't come over." She threw the lighter on the ground, and the cigarette fell from her fingers. "When did you check it out? This week? Or last week?" She held her arms in her hands, "You won't pass it to me, we haven't been to bed, we just took a kiss. It shouldn't be contagious, definitely not..."

She talked to herself, as if there was no one in front of her, but she looked at Gao Kun again with complicated eyes.

"You...you'll..."

She suddenly couldn't say what happened next, so she simply stopped talking and turned around on her high heels. The sound of the high heels stepping on the concrete floor was crisp and cruel.

In fact, Gao Kun had expected such an ending from the beginning, but he still didn't want to lie to her.

In the camera, Gao Kun lowered his head and stepped on the lighter on the ground. The cheap plastic shell rubbed against the rough cement floor, making a harsh sound.

His brows were about to frown, but he was stretched hard and he put his hands in his pockets, grinning stubbornly.

The previous close-up shot retreated little by little, and his whole body gradually appeared in the picture. Gao Kun raised his foot and let the small lighter go. He squatted down and picked it up, picked up the cigarette she had discarded here before, handed it to his mouth, and then pressed it like she had done before, and finally got a fire.

The faint flames flashed in the wind swallowed the cigarette little by little, and a wisp of vague smoke finally got the opportunity to escape to the horizon.

Gao Kun took a big breath, and his face turned red from being choked. He coughed harder and harder. He could only cover his mouth. The smoke in front of the camera gradually dissipated, and tears suddenly burst out, and large drops fell to the ground. The light gray ground was soaked with liquid and dark, like stains that could not be removed from old clothes.

His shoulders kept shaking, and tears flowed all over his face. After wiping his hand, he took another breath, vomited out smoke like a sigh, then lowered his head and let the tears fall.

"...Isn't you just learning to smoke?" His voice was hoarse, he lowered his head and smiled, his laughter was sad and desperate.

“It’s quite simple.”

He clamped the cigarette between his fingers, sat on the ground, buried his head on his bent knees, and his whole body trembled.

The ashes fell like tears.

Everyone on the set watched quietly, and no one spoke.

"By the way." The director shouted, but Zhou Ziheng was not like before. No matter how emotional the scene was, he could get out of no matter how much he was. But it was over. He was still sitting there, with his shoulders still shaking.

Kuncheng found something wrong, and Xia Xiqing was next to him. He was naturally the first to ask him, "What's wrong with Ziheng recently?"

Xia Xiqing shook her head and lied, "I don't know."

"Are you broken up? He isn't in love?" Kuncheng said in a heavy tone. "I thought this scene would take a long time. I've watched Ziheng's previous films. He is talented, but obviously has no experience in love." He smiled. "As soon as he encountered a love scene, he took off and got out of that situation. If it was an ordinary young relationship, he could still make up for it with his acting skills, but he really had to act in a big drama. He couldn't act. He didn't have the heart-wrenching emotions to take."

Kuncheng looked at the screen, "So I used to say that actors still have to fall in love, otherwise it would be too difficult for them to act something that does not exist."

"I really didn't expect him to get enlightened."

Xia Xiqing couldn't listen to what he said, "I'll go see him." As he said that, he walked towards Zhou Ziheng who was still sitting on the ground. Song Nian, who was playing against him, was one step ahead of him.

"Ziheng, are you okay?" Song Nian spoke with concern. Xia Xiqing's pace slowed down a little.

Zhou Ziheng was still buried in his head, raised his hand and waved it, as if he refused. Song Nian was hesitating whether to pull him up. A slender hand reached out, took off the cigarette still holding his fingertips, and grabbed Zhou Ziheng's hand.

Almost in an instant, Zhou Ziheng's head raised.

He knew better than anyone who held him, and he couldn't believe him.

Xia Xiqing half-squatted in front of Zhou Ziheng, crushed the cigarette butt on the ground, reached out and patted Zhou Ziheng on the back, "Why are you like a child? You haven't finished crying?" After that, he touched the back of Zhou Ziheng's head again, "It's so sad."

Zhou Ziheng rarely gets these comforts from him, and tears once again pour out uncontrollably, which is really embarrassing.

Xia Xiqing almost forgot that Zhou Ziheng was originally a child, without any experience, and only had a passion and sincere heart. However, no matter how eager Chicheng was, he would retreat when he was cold.

He turned around and smiled gently at Song Nian, "He may feel that you are a little down here. It's okay, he will be fine in a while."

Song Nian knew so clearly that she was expelled from the guests. She also smiled, "Then I'll go there first. I'll finish the film today and have dinner together tonight."

When Song Nian left, Xia Xiqing reached out and hugged Zhou Ziheng, touched his head and laughed mercilessly, "It's only children who cry like this."

Zhou Ziheng felt very embarrassed, but Xia Xiqing still wanted to sprinkle salt on his wound. In order to protect his self-esteem, he had to retort, "You have cried like this, too."

Xia Xiqing was startled and thought that he was found crying in Zhou Ziheng's arms on the day he had a fever. He pushed Zhou Ziheng away, "Are you awake that day?"

"What are you awake..." Zhou Ziheng wiped his face, "I'm not drunk. You are the drunk person. You are drunk and hugged me and cried, crying all the time."

Drunk? Xia Xiqing frowned. Could it be that they were not talking about the same day, "When?"

"The day Sirui and we had vodka, after recording the show." Zhou Ziheng also realized something was wrong, "Or what day do you think?"

Xia Xiqing avoided this topic, pulled Zhou Ziheng up, took out a wet tissue and threw it into his arms, "Wipe it yourself."

"I cried for a headache." Zhou Ziheng raised his head and pressed his temple. Xia Xiqing suddenly discovered that he had a plain silver ring on his left ring finger, which he had never had before.

He wanted to ask, but hesitated again.

"The director is waiting, you go there."

Song Nian has a good personality. Everyone in the crew likes her. When the filming was completed, the assistant director specially bought a big cake for her to celebrate.

Before dinner, Xia Xiqing went back to the RV to change his clothes. There was no one in the car. He closed the door and did not turn on the lights. Suddenly he heard some noise outside the car, as if it was Xiao Luo and Xiaoxiao.

"This Song Nian is really speechless. This is a hot search that their team bought, and there are these marketing accounts. Why is she so shameless? Who has a scandal with him? What kind of family background is our Ziheng who is with her..."

"Shh! Just keep your voice down and don't let Ziheng hear it. There is no other person. Sister Jiang Yin will definitely deal with this matter. It's all a trivial matter, what's that?"

Xia Xiqing randomly put his T-shirt on his head, took out his mobile phone, and directly pushed a message on Weibo.

[Zhou Ziheng and Song Nian fell in love because of the play!? Various couple items were released with stone hammers?]

This kind of title party... He clicked in and took a look. It was nothing more than some clothes and shoes of the same style, as well as screenshots of the videos of having dinner together last time, most of which were taken out of context. Even if Xia Xiqing was abusing, he knew that Zhou Ziheng had no other meaning to Song Nian.

As his fingers slid to the last picture, Xia Xiqing's hand stopped.

That was the plain silver ring he discovered this morning. Correspondingly, Song Nian once posted a platinum ring of similar shape on his Weibo, but the date was last month.

Xia Xi cleared his cell phone and opened the car door at once. He was frightened by Luo and Xiaoxiao, who were still standing at the door.

"Xi, Xiqing? You're in the car."

"What's wrong? Why are you here?" Xia Xiqing took off her headphones and pretended not to know anything. "Go to have dinner." After that, he walked towards the main force himself. On the way, he met a little girl in the prop group. She smiled sweetly at Xia Xiqing, "Xiqing, go to have dinner?"

"Well," Xia Xiqing also smiled politely, and helped her get a big bag of props. The two walked side by side. He suddenly remembered something, "...By the way, Xiaomeng, who is the person in charge of the props in your group?"

Before it was dark, Xia Xiqing used the excuse to escape the final banquet. He walked around the narrow and crowded community of Hua'anli by himself. Zhou Ziheng made several calls and replied a text message saying that he had something to do and went to find his former classmates.

He has told countless lies, but now he finds that he is no longer lying, especially when facing Zhou Ziheng.

The sultry temperature distorts emotions. After passing an old audio and video store, the speakers played were of poor sound quality, but the songs played were very good, at least not the kind of square dance accompaniment on the streets.

Xia Xiqing stood at the door for a while, looking at the mottled poster on the wall, the lyrics poured into his ears vaguely and clearly.

[Who makes my life extremely painful

Open the door to heaven

I'm always pursuing half of my hit

Tough to complacent]

He lowered his head.

Zhou Ziheng personally opened the fantasy door for him and led to heaven.

But he didn't dare to step in, he didn't belong there.

Turning around aimlessly, fireworks are everywhere, he is the only one who is cold. If Zhou Ziheng had not met him, he might still be the talented and happy actor, and he would not be able to perform the grief of losing.

If he can accept it with confidence and boldness, he can escape without subconsciously.

But this is completely about splitting a part of your body, which is too difficult.

Somehow, he walked into a culvert, and there seemed to be water accumulation inside, and there was no one nearby. Xia Xiqing looked up and saw that this culvert was different from all the culverts in Hua'anli. Its top cover was not steel and cement that was invisible to the sky, but a mint green plastic shed cover. The sunlight that had not yet faded was knocked down from above and reflected into a beautiful green, like a dream.

Xia Xiqing rolled up his trousers and walked in, as if a child attracted by the beautiful fairy tale, approaching the treasures in the cave step by step.

The colorful mint-colored light wrapped him up, and the walls in the culvert were also blue-green, blending with the bright sunlight. Xia Xiqing was surprised that this place that seemed to be chaotic and crowded from the outside world actually hid such a beautiful tunnel. The beauty of the color made him temporarily forget the water on the ground and the original intention of coming here.

Suddenly, he heard a sound and was about to put on a mask, but he found that the person who came over the corner of the tunnel was not someone else.

It was Zhou Ziheng who was equally surprised.

"Why are you here?" Zhou Ziheng looked at him from a distance between two or three meters. The calves of both of them were buried in the accumulated water, and the ripples on the water surface pulled the two of them, becoming the only maintenance.

His inferior lies were exposed, and Xia Xiqing couldn't help but lower his head and laughed silently. After a while, he raised his head again, "I don't want to go to the final banquet, just go around."

"Don't want to see me?"

Xia Xiqing nodded and did not lie.

Zhou Ziheng smiled bitterly, looked up at the translucent culvert top, and the mint-colored sunset was on his face, "I discovered this place last week. It's very beautiful, right? I'll feel better as soon as I come in."

last week……

"My favorite place when I was a child was the aquarium. Walking in the tunnel of the aquarium, I felt like I could swim freely in the sea like those fish." Zhou Ziheng's smile gradually subsided, "I haven't been there for a long time, so I shouldn't go there any more in the future."

He lowered his head to look at Xia Xiqing, "Do you think this place looks like a tunnel in an aquarium?"
To be continued...